Broken pride [1]

"What should we do now?"

After finally opening the door that led to the core of the mana compressor, I curiously looked around the room.

The room we were in was rather spacious, about half the size of a football field. Over the room's black and earthy floor, which was covered by a thin white mist, were thick wires as thick as a tree trunk. 

As I traced the wires, my gaze paused at a small altar where a white orb rested, where a thin white mist floated from the top of it. It was clear to me that the mist was most probably caused by the white orb. Further adding onto that, an individual paying close attention would also notice that the mana around it was extremely thick. 

"That's probably the area where the mana gets converted into demonic energy."

Walking toward that area, Melissa carefully raised her hand to touch the mist.

The mist passed through her fingers as she turned her head toward us.